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Aug 2017
In white
he was dressed
but all my senses screamed red,
dipped in scorching passion
as he came and stood before me
there and then, his plush lips made an O
as he uttered efficiently the word, hello
Oh! holy hell,
my feet went feeble and
my mind somersaulted,
Sudden hormonal rush
made me blush as if
I were a crazy, stupid teenager.
Oh! Please get a grip
my inner goddess pursed her lips.
His tongue rolled, the velvety sound
like a love song dipped in butter
oozed from his deliciously moist mouth,
it made no sense,
but left me soaked in sensation.
Sensuous sound of his voice
was like a melody of monsoon
on a vivaldian violin.
How I wished we were alone,
not amidst the **** crowd,
How I desired your hands
to discover my contour,
contour that craved for you.
Intense inclination induced by
what? love or infatuation?
I simply don't care, now
all I want is to have you right here.
Written by
Postman  24/F
(24/F)   
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